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I'm That Nigga

Quelle Chris
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Somebody wipe me down (Wipe me down) And if you lucky I might let you keep the towel (Keep the towel) I flex the baddest bitch in each county Each city, each town (Each city, each town) So go 'head kiss the ring, but no, you can't lift the crown 'Cause I'm that nigga, yeah, yo, I'm that nigga I got the frog and dog with the solid gold bone Got a platinum car collection, look like upper deck We burnin' down so much it's fuckin' up the ozone (Ozone) Cop the Bugatti for the driveway, I ain't touch it yet Gordon Ramsay came over, cooked up a nigga a festival He's like, "Q, you that nigga," I'm like, "Yo, get off my testicles" Used to dream that one day I'd hook up with TLC (TLC) So I creep with DL freaks who need TLC (So I creep) Olympic pool, Michael Phelps wanna train in (Train in) I said it's cool, bring through a zip of that rain, man I got a cook for the cook (Cook), and a pilot for the pilot (Pilot) And an island off the island off the mainland 'Cause I'm that nigga, yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Damn, nigga, you keep talkin' You that nigga this, you that nigga that Why don't you ever come back and give back to the hood, nigga? I be helpin' charities for world peace and all of that (All of that) I fuck celebrities between the sheets, no callbacks Exotic furs when it's brr, like, "What you call that?" It's called, "I'm rich, bitch," like fall back (Fall back) The P-O-T-U-S wants to shake my hands I'm like, "Chill out, don't be Stan, let's make weekend plans" Accountant hit me with current numbers, I'm hittin' a dab Hit like, Oprah's gettin' the tab 'Cause I'm that nigga, yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Yeah, yeah, I hate to brag, I hate to gloat, I hate to lie, though I just came to use your wi-fi 'cause mine's slow All my favorite rappers got a line ' Bout how they nine go (How your nine go?) Man, I ain't got one, I don't need one I got action, track ad-lib, I don't mind a P-S, sincerely, that nigga P-S You can't six-letter F with the nappy-haired deity Yeah, that's me, that nigga on my epitaph Stoic in the photo, I'm the nigga that don't never laugh I'm the nigga, only nigga that can hella cap Hella rain, snow, sleet, weather from the weather vane To the cellar drain, that's the head to the toe Had to let niggas know you get sung when the weather bad I'm that nigga, though, a king like Coretta Better have Brother Vain, if you ask what's my name I'm that nigga, word to ear, word to ego I'm that negro, that nigga, nigga, nigga They say it's Ethiopian for king, I'm with it Now can I get a amen? (Amen) Can I get a witness? Can a nigga get a tax break for handlin' his business? I mean, hashtag, that's important (Yeah, yeah) Yeah? Highlight that, yeah (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga) Put that on the— on the— on the Microsoft Excel, bro Chill (Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga) Somebody wipe me down (Wipe me down) And if you lucky I might let you keep the towel (Keep the towel) I flex the baddest bitch in each county Each city, each town (Each city, each town) So go 'head kiss the ring, 'cause no, you can't lift the crown 'Cause I'm that nigga, yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Yeah, I'm that nigga, yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Yeah, I'm that nigga, yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Yeah, yo, I'm that nigga, yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Yeah, yo, I'm that nigga Oh, shit, if it ain't Hollywood Yeah, what up, though? What up, though, nigga? Hollywood, how you doin', brother? Yeah, what up? Yeah, I don't know you, man Oh, what you mean you— what you mean you don't remember me, man? I don't know you, man, I'm just sayin' Come on, man, I was with I was— I was— I was there with your nephew Oh, okay, word? He was makin' them t-shirts Okay, cool, cool I was the first nigga to buy a t-shirt Oh, that's cool, man I was sayin' you was 'bout to be the Pac of the neighborhood, nigga Yeah, I got— I got shit to do, though, nigga, I got shit to do Oh, oh, you don't remember me? Nah, I don't re— I don't remember you, nigga Oh, I got a song for you, it goes Who are you? What the fuck you mean who the fuck am I? I know— I know who the fuck I am And who do you belong to? I belong to myself I built this empire, no cookies You want a cookie, you can book me and put it in the rider Y'all niggas wasn't ridin' right beside us Kissin' ass to ride an E-Class with Mariah Y'all be happy with me here trappin' I was out there hustlin', tryna make this money off of rappin' When I was puttin' out these mixtapes, y'all was laughin' Now the hands out for a handout when the cash in And the label don't want me hangin' 'round all you savages Romans, only come around for the sandwiches I hired all of y'all as my accountants and managers Then went broke, 'cause not a nann one of y'all commanded shit Oh, it's all for— okay, okay Who are you? What the— what the fuck you mean, nigga, who am I? You— you know who I am, I'm that nigga And who do you belong to? I belong to myself I be bonin' down the hottest model out on the shelf Michael Jackson hit me from the grave to take him a selfie I'm that nigga, healthy, and y'all niggas wishin' I was in the ghetto still with no ambition Y'all failed niggas happy to do my dishes I'm ballin' and y'all crawlin', tryna play my benches Got locked up, ain't no one come to pay my bail Y'all just work my clientele to pay y'all self 'Cause y'all couldn't work to make a way y'all selves Stop tryna captain save me and save y'all selves, niggas Oh, really? Who are you? Nigga, what the fuck you mean who the fuck am I? You know— you know who I am, nigga, I'm that nigga And who do you belong to? Nigga, I belong to myself, nigga, like I don't know who the fuck you are, like Oh, okay, nigga, I ain't— I ain't sayin' much I'm just sayin' Now all of a sudden, like, you walkin' up to me Like I owe you somethin', nigga Oh, I know who you are This is my hood, nigga, I don't know you I'm just sayin', look, the point is, like I know you been workin', I'm just sayin' Nigga, I— of course I been workin' You ain't been back here Nigga, you ain't me I'm just sayin', okay You ain't me, you ain't put in the work that I put in Alright, alright, fuck you, nigga Oh, fuck me? Nigga, fuck you Nah, fuck you, nigga Fuck you Yo, yo, what up, though? Haha It's your boy, the dreamer, you know what I mean? Look, like, you know I was kind of frontin', man, like, look Like, this Hollywood shit is kinda It ain't all it's played out to be, dog They kinda played me, low-key I'm— they kinda played me, but look, like I'm 'bout to move back to the hood, you know what I'm sayin'? And like, you know, tryna see what's up With the team, you know what I mean? Like, let's get the team back together My niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck you